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She wanted them to know that she wanted them to see her. From the reaction amongst the men gathered I could tell that this was very much appreciated as they watched her bra sliding down her arms, finally settling on the floor. She was totally naked from the waist up and her audience now numbered eleven.Stepping back from the glass and turning towards me, Jay looked ecstatic as she took her tits in her hands and told me that this was making her feel so hot. I must admit she certainly looked like she was having fun. My cock was now straining at my jeans as I observed my wife taking her clothes off for this group of men watching from across the road.Things were about to get hotter as she unbuttoned the top of her jeans and turned back towards her audience. There were still only eleven so I guess that must have been all of them as they watched Jay slid one hand into the top of her jeans whilst the other pulled and pinched at her nipples.She was really lost in the moment as her hips. He would work his way almost to the top of her thigh and then retreat slowly and begin again, gently retreating each time and then resuming. She felt her hand tighten on the glasses and the seat before her in anticipation and she shuffled her feet and legs , fidgeting a bit but holding the glasses to her eyes intently. They became like a blindfold and he would not even notice that she had closed her eyes completely and only focused on the sounds and his caressing. She would shuffle very concertedly so that the motion would not bring attention, although there seemed to be no one near.She gasped under her breath as she felt his palm slide slowly along the profile of her buttocks, and his finger gently folding into the crease. Even more slowly, he stroked her there, to the base of her spine and the prolonged return to the top of her thigh. Then again, seemingly more slowly each time causing a nervous anticipation within her. His hand slipped down between her thighs, which she nervously.
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